It's okay to want someone that you can pour your heart into. It's okay to want a love that's not up and down but certain. It's okay to want something that should be that way. There's nothing wrong with that.
Did you darlings have a good weekend?
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Is the waste of a life
If only to be admired
What good is it
To be alive
If we were only meant
To despairingly bask
In the afterglow
Of one so gorgeous
But never known
Then what is beauty
If not a cage
To ensnare the one
We truly want to know
It's summer of 2006 and we, you and me wave a good bye to each other for precisely 47 days.
We are happy right?
No phone calls, no cheesy messages, no regular "Have you reached home?" or "Have you taken your dinner?" questions.
But now even if we live together, we are alone. Aren't we?
We celebrated the last day before our vacations like its the last day of our small little lives.
It was fun right?
We knew when we'll meet, we would have stories to tell each other. So much to talk about. It was so much, our little faces got red as we spoke. Yes, we made our teachers helpless as she couldn't help herself and say "This place resembles a fish market." Now we don't talk for days or even months and if we ever met we won't have anything to tell each other. Don't you hear me talking?
Did you go out of station this year? or did you just spend your summers playing video games and hide n seek?
The questions have now changed but answers remain the same. You didn't do much. Yes, I know you spent a lot of time thinking about doing something which you never did last year. But will you tell me this? I mean I'm here to listen, right?
Tell me you saw a ghost once or how you felt when you saw your favourite cartoon character die.
I'm tired of telling myself you'll say something, which isn't about us. We belongs to you, only you.
Summer break will soon be over, and we'll meet soon. I really want to see your pretty face so that I can tell myself I haven't been making stories about not talking to you.
Yes, we haven't talked since we first met.
I remember mom telling me you were beautiful, and I believed her so badly I ended up telling her you are my best friend.
We weren't even close to "Friends". I saw this movie though, and Shah Rukh Khan did confess how he felt so easily. I tremble in front of you, why?
I still haven't found a way to confess my love, but my friends say love is a big thing. All I can do is make doodles of me and you and write dialogues that keeps us together.
Yesterday when I took out flames, you came out to be my lover.
Is that so?
I'll never know.
I want you to read this, so badly that I can't even write your name.